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Distant musings

When it rains, it pours

When it rains in Zanzibar, or Tanzania for that matter, it pours. There’s no middle way. If you had something drying on the line, expect to leave them hanging there for another day (or three, if you, like me, happen to be out during rain spells in the rainy season, and never manage to get them dry). It’s all or nothing. Likewise, the return to studies has taken its toll on me, and it’s either full-on library or a moment to relax. So, apologies for the radio silence on this blog are in order – will get back to the groove baadaye kidogo (soon)!

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